Cooked chicken breast. Purple cabbage coleslaw. Pinkish mayonnaise, probably from the sriracha. Top bun warmer than bottom bun.
I didn’t need the knife or the fork. They came in a little paper sleeve. But I took them out and put them on the dirty plate because what if somebody else gets my knife and fork and maybe I’m clean but maybe everyone isn’t and what if they never wash the knives and forks at all but just keep handing out the same knife and fork to everyone? Sure, it’s a burger so I didn’t need the knife and fork but what if I was having a steak and they gave me a knife and fork that’d been handed out to hundreds of other burger eaters before me and then the knife and fork just never got washed and I used a dirty knife and fork and ate my steak with it? The knife didn’t even look sharp enough for a steak.
I once saw a guy scratching his back with a fork. I hope he didn’t put it back in the paper sleeve afterwards. Sometimes I wipe cutlery before I use it. OK, I always wipe cutlery before I use it. I wipe plates and rinse cups before I use them too. Not because I think that same guy has been walking around scratching his back with all my plates and cups but I don’t know where they’ve been while I wasn’t looking and besides if somebody asks me why I’m rinsing a cup I can just say “to get out any taste of detergent” or just ignore them or look in the cup and then look at them, and then show them the cup and ask “what can you seen in the cup?” and then when they say “nothing” I could look in the cup again and say “yeah, that’s right, I can’t see anything either” and then after a dramatic pause I could show them the cup once more and say “certainly none of your business in here anyway!”
Also I had a beer with my chicken burger. The bartender put the cup over a thing that rinsed it before he put the beer in it. I didn’t ask why.
The food was OK.
The Food was OK 